Wentworth Valley Falls

Our legs spindly spider-light Trace the snaking centreline of her constantly outstretched and extending limbs Slightly touching on nerve-endings and the earth surfaces of her arching and lazy body

Over breasts
	   under arms
		    through thighs
				across thin fingers and knotted toes

The sub-bass thud of a Wentworth Valley camper Diving into a rocky pools’ biting cold face Heard through clay/soil brown floor and green leaf ceiling sensitivities The streams are Champagne fountains Bubbling alongside this waterfall pathway New Year / New decade Celebratory Two day old sweet and fresh-scented Floppy-necked new, wide eyed and innocent The deepest green of fern and trees’ natural air conditioning keep our thin Summer skins cool Heads bow forward – softened and shy Humbled by the sky, eyes lowered in silent reverence and prayer Having dropped last year off the very top of her cascade of white water We now surrender And fall into the welcoming cracks and cavities of 2011’s unknown